In the Long Run

My Bavarian clock finally arrived, and I coaxed KL into unpacking and assembling it. He asked me where I wanted to hang it, and suggested my office. “Well, maybe I should put it someplace where everyone can enjoy it,” I said. So first I thought I’d put it in the kitchen, but there wasn’t a wall that could accommodate the long chains. The dining room, or a spot at the top of the stairs had possibilities, but it seemed a cuckoo clock placed there might compete with the grandfather clock. Downstairs—definitely out of the question.

“The sunroom?” my son suggested. “No…not the right feel…” I shook my head. “Maybe my office.” My husband, with polite exasperation, commented that that was where he had proposed to put it in the first place.

Once in my office, the choices and decisions began anew. On the window wall, or by the pictures on the west wall? How high? Was it centered? “This is worse than rearranging furniture,” my husband muttered, as I finally approved the drill hole mark.

Although I nearly drove my Key Limey cuckoo in the process, my clock now elegantly graces my office wall. Its delicate edelweiss and gentian flowers remind me of the lovely German countryside that we thoroughly enjoyed on our trip.

Posted by Cyppy at 9:12 PM